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To your credit, you tried to say please- but your request was muffled as I sat on your face.

The vibration of your growl on my most sensitive place was exquisite, though.

You adapted quickly, licking my wetness like a man starved for moisture. I held back slightly, more to give myself a minute to ease into the assault of your tongue than to continue the tease. You arched your neck to reach me, arms still pinned under my legs. I gave in with a moan as your tongue found my clit, allowing you to suck it between your teeth while I lowered my weight onto you.

Your beard tickled my bare skin. Your tongue danced an expert waltz around and across me, never letting me guess what was next. I may have been on top of you, but somehow it didn’t feel like I was in charge. I surrendered to you, grinding my hips into your mouth, moaning and shivering at every sensation. My hands cupped my breasts as your tongue slid inside me. I pinched my nipples as you sucked my clit, the competing sensations driving me to the edge. 

Your chin kneaded into me, your teeth nibbled me. Your tongue- that tongue- hard, soft, fast, slow- deliberate, frantic. I grabbed the headboard in front of me out of mild concern I would break your neck right before I exploded.

I let you lick me back down to earth before I finally slid off of you. Your beard was soaked, your cheeks shiny- but that mouth was nothing but smug. I slid down your body, bringing my nose to yours. I licked me off of your lips, and kissed me off of your face. I ran my fingers through your beard before I put them in my mouth. 

You went in for what I’ll admit was a well-deserved kiss, but I sat back up before you could catch me. I would’ve been afraid of your growl if your hands weren’t tied.

“That was fun,” I said simply. The energy radiating off of your body was either fury or desire- likely both. I revelled in it as I decided what was next.

As it turns out, you decided what came next. As I sat on your hips, my clit still throbbing from your tongue, looking into your eyes as they burned a hole through me, I felt your cock twitch. It kissed my sensitive clit, sending a ripple of need through me. 

I perched back slightly, giving myself enough room to wrap my hand around your cock. My other hand went between my legs. I didn’t break eye contact as I stroked us both.

Your body was still, as if every ounce of your attention answered to me. I could feel you pulse in my hand, just as I could feel myself swell. I was desperate to have you inside me- your cock in my hand was consuming, dulling even my own fingers. I inched closer to you, eager to finally have you- but the relief in your eyes gave me pause.

Not yet, my friend.

I still inched closer, but the smile on my lips gave me away- even as you watched me lower myself onto you, you somehow knew that you weren’t getting what you so desperately craved. 

I put the tip of your cock directly on my clit, letting you slide between my lips and down to where you belong. I could feel you pressing at my opening, both of us begging for you to find your way in. As your hips rose though, so did mine.

Your cock remained just kissing me, sliding back up to my clit as I pressed my hips back down. I squeezed you between my lips, stroking my clit back and forth with your cock. I could feel myself getting wetter, which just fuelled my need for stimulation. I ground my hips harder into you, taking everything I could from your cock to my clit. 

I slammed my hand into your chest to steady myself, hanging on by a thread as I slid you back to my hole. Our eyes met, fire all around us. You were almost in- my wetness begging for just the slightest bit of pressure. I inched my hips down a fraction, just enough that you could chase a memory of the feeling. 

“Say please,” I said with a self-satisfied smile- both a taunt and a pleading request.

“I am going to give you thirty seconds to give me what I want,” you said evenly, urgently. 

“Or what?” I breathed, pressing harder against your cock, still poised to move if you thrust your hips.

“Or I’m going to take what I want,” you said, your words little more than a growled threat.

You could see me calculate. I know you well enough to feel a healthy fear, but you could also see that my little flirtation with control had gone to my head. My smirk was answer enough.

Imagine my surprise when I felt your hand grab a handful of my hair.

“I’m done saying please,” you whispered into my ear before you slammed your cock into me.